robert bronisz **** CHICAGO

I am sealed in God’s book for a slow death
the slower it gets the denser the words become
it is a handwritten script my soul has always been aware of
since always got invented to mean as long as I live in this body
but is life here life if it dies?
Or is it just an irony of fate extended to last a little longer
than barely enough
Lord?
Are you listening?
Did you cry tears of joy at the end of the seventh day?
Did you swear?
Did you pray or are the prayers just for us?
Who do you pray to?
And finally
what about proportion
of happiness to misery?
shame really and
am I a fool to ask?

that innocent day
that bearing date
its stigma and scent came back to me after twenty-one years of death
returned to the shadow I am
it gave me the same blossoming Sun
the same warmth filled my head
the same softness and breeze played on my dead face
but somehow
it left you out somewhere along the way
your laugh
your touch
your trance of happiness

the helpless love of that innocent day
is still dying in me
and it will be in me until the end
of every single world over which
I move on without you
Goddess
in a woman, I met then

soon after
funeral crows have flown into my heart
past collapsed
their desperate wings still beat against delicate walls of crystal ball

that bearing date
was an ascension holiday
of the carnality of human condition

 

dzień
tamten dzień
jego bolesna stygmata  i zapach rozpalonego słońca
powrociły do mnie po dwudziestu jeden latach nieżycia
ten dzień oddał mi to samo zawieszenie swiatła  i powietrza
ten sam wiatr poniósł mój szept
to samo szczęscie opętało nas ciepłem
ciebie  tylko gdzieś pozostawił po drodze
w popękanej dolinie czasu
twoj śmiech
ramiona
i usta
Cała ta bezbronna miłość ciągle we mnie kona
i konać będzie ze mną do końca dni każdego świata
nad  którym przechodzę do porządku rzeczy martwych bez ciebie
Aniele w kobiecie
ten dzień
to bylo święto wniebowzięcia
cielesności ludzkiego istnienia

 

to the individual who is wisely reading these organic verses
I wish you great success
health
love
and happiness
you entered  pages that are my hunting grounds
for incredible
precious persons
still
what a shame
all descending into meaningless oblivion
on my part
It might be an empty prayer to prevent that
but I know
your story is my story
and its end
is my end
how about
one day
we will make them meet in Third Heaven
above our lonely destinies
where love is given to all
waiting souls
lost
at the last stop before reason
for everything

dear authorities
thank you for reviewing cycles of my insanity so quickly
I greatly appreciate your interest in my mental disability
and that besides issues with my large weight and high blood pressure
I bet your agent can help me subscribe to your monthly newsletter
full of valuable information on convenient ways to hang me
or shoot bystanders at the nearest covid-19 test sites
as well as other dedicated to public safety distancing centers
which include but are not limited to
pretty much everywhere in this thrifty municipality
These stubborn individuals surely deserve that
for not wearing protective tampon faces properly
federal government and Jesuits recommend
I always knew you would provide me with the confidence to act myself out
and resist
resist
resist normalcy
in a spectacularly useful to high society and local administration way
as locking me up on a funny farm would be a very undesirable change
in a policy to keep this city ghetto-enclosed
sick
and overdosed on heroin and of course
Whiteness Is Indefensible
Black Lives Matter
Marxism is great if you run out of crack
and yes
ABC
CNN
FOX
please take formal notes as
few sporadic murders will immediately follow this short thank you letter
to democratically and carefully selected by numerous others African mayor
and her white freak “fille de joie” I admire with all my heart
for making me look normal
sharp and collected

 

I know the Golden Truth
glorious and beautiful
path through Patience
and I am not afraid of you
on the contrary
be afraid of me
Illuminated Silence
finally, you are as quiet as surprised
to see me being consumed by fire
burnt into a diamond of answers

just a wild guess as far as the problem I have
and always have had with this life
is that it ends in an alien expanse called Eternity
behind the veil
out of touch
but I have been walking on the very edge between the two worlds
the two fairy-tales
the whole time
perceptible
painful steps since biological childhood
and out of this state
this process
program
beyond annoying protein quest
beyond the longest suicide watch, I humbly recollect
but the wait is over
inherited chains broke off my neck
and it ends
this uncomfortable transient form
corruptible flesh
converts back into luminous shine
didn’t I tell you?
God is Great

 

there is so much Unknown
that if we had senses capable of realizing its vast lands
we would travel them in a constant fear
as for me
Everything
is what I don’t know best

trust in divinity of creation
its purpose
it’s guiding light
allows us to breathe freely
and look into the future
with a smile
or is it just
our complete imbecility
that makes us carry on
into the jaws of a trap

Sisyphos
king of Ephyra
explain yourself or stop
you viral
idiot

Welcome to Our Little Transition
Brothers Of the Hive
to bring about a state of another Monolithic Lie
construct to thrive on and feed off
Our Little Conspiracy that will last long enough
to blind  humans with premeditated broken promises and petty prizes or
terrify them with the underlying truths the lie implies
syndrome of the distant shores unaware of the river
our identity concealed
suppression we cherish and live by

privately
between us
Brothers of the Hive
It is not surprising
the river is desperately running from here
to become an inner ocean while shores get eroded into pitiful oblivion of the surface world

Panta Rei
and we will
Brothers
under their Sun
over the constant flow of innocent blood and dead bodies
build  a shield around the living rest
mindless minions
to protect them from the music of the Spheres
choirs of the Cosmos
as it is not for them
the Herd
the Slaves
the Blasphemous Bottom
It is not for them to smell or taste the Divinity of Life and Eternity of Ascension

Wouldn’t you agree, Lucifer-Father?

I have eyes all over my body and
I know what they did to you
God knows what they did to you
I see them like we were one guilt
one shame
one seed of the Devil
I foreshadow their kills
I foreshadow spells of their hypnosis
submission
it hurts just to be and dream

rag
left to yourself you wonder how much of a child
how much of a Sun Heart
how much of Clouds and Rain
you breathe in by quiet complaisance
by prayers
exhale fear and delusion
their venom
I wonder if you will ever find
consolation in belonging in my arms

but I am not of them
I only mirror path above your flesh
they seduced
used
and spit back at me